Poems About Desire Novels & Stories

This time I could not hold him back. A low growl escaped my throat. But strangely… I did not mind it. That tiny touch felt like a drug. Addictive. Dangerous. Something I wanted again. And again. Gia jolted. A sudden current ran through her body. Her sandalwood scent wrapped around me like a spell. It clouded my mind. Dark, sinful desires stirred inside my chest. But my mind still resisted. I looked at her. My mind told me to push her away.

We were both beautifully drunk, flushed with desire, and completely obsessed with each other. “I’m going to eat you up so good tonight,” Michael said, his eyes dark with a wild, hungry passion as he pinned me against the bedroom door. His hands were warm, sliding down my waist, making me shiver in a way Matthew never could. “Yes… come on, baby,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me.

The delicate folds of Isabella pussy dripped as her clit clenched while more pussy juice rolled from her virginal depths. He swallowed hard, observing how the little hair on Isabella pussy was turning him on. “I want to eat your ass after this.” He stated with a seductive voice. “I want to be the first to break your virginity in every way possible.” The intensity of his gaze was like a fever, a heat that burned through her body, a wave of desire that made Isabella whole being shudder. As his eyes roved over Isabella exposed pussy, her arousal skyrocketed, the very air around them thick with her desire.

I repeat the words like a mantra, a lie I need to believe to get through this. But even as I lie to myself, a traitorous part of me wants to find him again. My body, which was so willingly obedient to his touch, burns with a desire I've never known. It's an addiction, a craving for the look in his blue eyes, the possessive strength of his hands, the feel of his body against mine. I try to shake the feeling, to scrub away the memory, but it's everywhere. The taste of him on my tongue, the pressure on my skin. I wonder how I can fill this void he left behind, a sudden emptiness I never knew I had.

It started with a simple desire of wanting to know him, but soon, it became not nearly enough. I crave more. It's an unquenched thirst that refuses to be sated. Your whole world revolves around them while they do not know of your existence. I want to be closer to him, so close that want to just bury him beneath my skin. Kai, Do you know how much I want to see you bleed? I also want you to see me bleed and paint my blood across your face and mark you so that the others will know that you're mine! Everyone has a dream, unconscious thoughts and desires, something they want to hold on to, cherish, and are afraid to lose.

he said, his tone dipping into that commanding timbre that always made my knees weaken, “everything about you pleases me. But if you want to serve me in small rituals, then yes. It would please me deeply.” I felt a flutter low in my stomach. “Then I want it.” He leaned back, studying me as though I’d just handed him a secret. “Do you see how powerful it is, voicing what you want?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s terrifying.” “And intoxicating,” he countered. “Desire isn’t a weakness, Cassie. It’s an offering. And when you name it, you give me the honor of answering it.” My throat tightened. “You make it sound like poetry.”

The room echoed with the symphony of our shared desire. She gasped, breaths coming in rapid bursts, moaning my name while writhing beneath me. Her pleas for more were like a melody I couldn't resist. How could I deny her what she so ardently desired? Her sensual response to my touch ignited a sense of pride within me, fueling my desire to explore further. I yearned to taste the sweetness that she held.

Her moans were like wicked symphonies I never knew I craved… soft, sinful, forbidden poetry whispered in the dead of night. Fuck. Where was this coming from? Judas Romanovski didn’t use words like this. Didn’t let himself feel like this. But for her? For her, I could write thousands—dark verses and the more I looked at her, the more it dragged me further into an obsession that bordered on madness. She was my temptation, my ruin, wrapped in whispers. A lie. Yes, she was a lie. She had to be. Cause there was no way truth could be so tempting.

Conor asked. She didn't know what sort of despite she felt but she was caught between the normal boring world and the animal passion and lust she had experienced with the werewolf. Conor smiled and said "You should read more poetry. It teaches you so much. William Blake said 'Those who restrain desire, do so because theirs is weak enough to be restrained; and the restrainer or reason usurps its place & governs the unwilling. And being restrain'd it by degrees becomes passive till it is only the shadow of desire.' I can't tell you to feed your desire or not, because only you know the true strength of it"

My heart screamed, my pulse roared, and my mind was spinning in a dizzying mix of desire and fear. “Jade,” he murmured, low, throaty, possessive, “I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you. I’ve wanted you like this, like you’re about to combust under my touch. And I’m not leaving until you give in… until I know you feel the same fire.” My glasses slid down my nose again, and I pushed them up automatically, though I barely registered it. His hands brushed against mine, lingering, sending shivers up my spine. He was every dangerous fantasy I’d ever imagined. Every late-night craving. Every forbidden thought.